Fairy, I'm going to control you tightly!

"Jingxi, Jingxi! Open the door, open the door! I've come to play with you! Aren't you leaving tomorrow? It's so rare to see you, why aren't you talking to me!"

Zhang Qingmiao's enthusiastic voice rang out from outside the door.

A few black lines appeared on Xiao Jingxi's forehead.

I really can't handle it.

At this moment, Xiao Jingxi really hoped that Ji Nanbei could be there.

Suddenly, Xiao Jingxi remembered something, stood up, hesitated for a long time, and then opened the door.

"Yay, you're finally out! Come on, let me show you around my Dao Sect. Don't let the fact that my Dao Sect was built by a bunch of old men fool you; there are still many beautiful sights and fun places to visit."

Before Xiao Jingxi could say anything, Zhang Qingmiao pulled her out of the room.

The Dao Sect is located above Xikunlun, but unlike the Immortal Spirit Sword Sect, it is not shrouded in clouds and mist; on the contrary, it is very quiet.

Bamboo groves are everywhere, with lush green bamboo.

"Look, this is the Dao Green Bamboo, unique to my Dao Sect. It's a great material for refining artifacts. Once it's made, it will imbue the artifact with Daoist charm, which is quite magical. Before you leave tomorrow, I'll secretly cut some for you. Don't tell my old man, okay?"

If the elders and sect leaders of the Dao Sect heard these words, they would be furious.

Dao Green Bamboo is extremely precious and has a very long growth cycle. Daoist sects generally cherish it and use it sparingly. Even if they have extra, they exchange it for benefits with other sects.

Their own little Taoist priest is quite something; he just wants to cut some money off people as a souvenir.

Actually, although Zhang Qingmiao is talkative, she is not talkative to everyone.

She has an extremely high opinion of people, to a certain degree.

None of her peers in the Dao Sect could catch her eye.

In fact, many people in the Dao Sect admired this young Celestial Master, after all, Zhang Qingmiao was beautiful, strong, and outstanding.

The Daoist sect does not prohibit romantic relationships.

However, after Zhang Qingmiao beat them all up, they realized the difference in skill level and gave up their plans.

Inside the door, she had no one she could speak to.

In her view, these people were far too different from her, like heaven and earth, so how could she possibly associate with them?

Xiao Jingxi happened to be one of the few people Zhang Qingmiao wanted to befriend.

When Zhang Qingmiao was defeated in the battle for the championship of the Nine Gates, despite using all her methods, she felt no anger or hatred, but rather a great joy.

Finally, someone is on the same parallel line as her.

So, once the child caught Xiao Jingxi, he started talking like a madman.

"No...no need, it's too precious..."

Xiao Jingxi tried her best to speak.

Zhang Qingmiao was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter and patted Xiao Jingxi on the back.

"No, no! I must give it to you! Later, I'll go behind the old man's Taoist temple and pick two stalks of Taoist Purple Bamboo for you. Trust me, you'll definitely like them."

Xiao Jingxi hurriedly waved her hand.

However, how could she, a socially awkward person who struggles to even speak, possibly outwit the talkative Zhang Qingmiao?

With a helpless sigh, Xiao Jingxi truly felt she couldn't handle it.

"And another thing, look over there. That used to be a statue of our patriarch, but when I was a child, I didn't think there was anything interesting about an old man's stone statue, so I found some spiritual objects and moved the statue. Now that's my little pavilion where I often rest."

Following the direction Zhang Qingmiao pointed, you can see a small pavilion, with several paths outside the pavilion, and on the other side, an endless sea of ​​clouds.

However, that's not the point...

Zhang Qingmiao is truly brave!

The significance of the ancestral master's image to the Taoist lineage is self-evident.

When this little ancestor was a child, he actually used a magical object to move the statue of the ancestral master.

That's incredibly disrespectful!

That's incredibly disrespectful!

The problem is, even so, the patriarch still chased after her, feeding Zhang Qingmiao, whose talent for cultivation was unprecedented and unparalleled.

"Is it okay?"

Even Xiao Jingxi couldn't help but complain.

"Hey, when my old man found me, he almost beat me to death. I was barely alive. If it weren't for the doctor who saved me, who was highly skilled, I would probably be a sacrifice to my ancestors by now."

That might be an exaggeration, but he was indeed severely beaten.

Xiao Jingxi sighed and rubbed his forehead.

This guy... is beyond words!

The two arrived at the pavilion in the clouds and looked out at the boundless sea of ​​clouds.

Looking at the scenery, Xiao Jingxi suddenly remembered that Ji Nanbei and she had once sat on the clouds and seen a similar view.

Mood level up!

Zhang Qingmiao was still talking non-stop.

Xiao Jingxi suddenly spoke up:

"Does the Dao Sect have a spirit chef?"

This unexpected question left Zhang Qingmiao completely stunned.

Immediately, he replied:

"Of course there are. Everyone needs to eat, and cooking spiritual food is a skill. The Dao Sect also has specialized spiritual chefs."

Xiao Jingxi's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Then, could you make some shrimp balls? I'd like to take them with me and eat them on the way."

Zhang Qingmiao shrugged.

"Sure, these are no problem at all. I'll go find the spirit chefs of my sect in a bit; they should know how."

Xiao Jingxi nodded happily.

Xiao Jingxi remembered that Ji Nanbei had been lying on the table that day, muttering that he wanted to eat golden shrimp balls.

Actually, the reason she came out with Zhang Qingmiao this time was to talk about this matter.

Otherwise, Xiao Jingxi would most likely have to stay in her room and wouldn't go out to deal with this very tricky social situation for her.

Zhang Qingmiao continued to ramble on for a long time, staying until the sun set and the evening glow faded before the two of them finally left.

As Xiao Jingxi said before, because Zhang Qingmiao talks too much, she doesn't need to say much.

It could be said that, apart from Ji Nanbei, getting along with this young celestial master was actually the easiest thing for Xiao Jingxi.

As the last rays of the setting sun completely faded, Xiao Jingxi returned to her room to cultivate.

And then it got dark...

In the quiet night, tiny droplets of water condensed on the leaves of the green bamboo.

In Daozong, torches are not lit at night, but because it is on the mountaintop, above the clouds, the moonlight is very bright.

The silvery moonlight casts down, creating a unique and beautiful scene.

And in this scenery…

An outcast has appeared.

Dressed in all black with a black hood over her head, Zhang Qingmiao, true to her word, tiptoed toward the back of the Dao Sect's main hall.

That was the sleeping quarters of the Dao Sect Master, the old man Zhang Qingmiao had mentioned.

In the backyard of the sleeping quarters, some bamboo was planted.

These bamboos are different from the Daoqing bamboo outside; they are entirely purple and have mysterious patterns.

This is the Daoist Purple Bamboo, carefully cultivated by Zhang Qingmiao's master, the sect leader of the Daoist sect.

Dao Qingzhu is only a fifth-grade spiritual item. Although it is precious, it is still acceptable.

But this Purple Bamboo of Rhyme is different; it is a seventh-grade spiritual object!

When used in weapon crafting, it can make the spirit weapon and the treasure naturally imbued with the essence of Dao.

Its preciousness goes without saying.

Zhang Qingmiao then tiptoed towards the patch of Daoist-inspired purple bamboo...

Then, in the instant he struck...

"Qingmiao, haven't you been punished by facing the wall in the back mountain lately? Are you feeling unwell again?"

An elderly man with a white beard suddenly appeared behind Zhang Qingmiao.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, nor any unusual phenomenon; it simply appeared abruptly, as if it had merged into this world.

Zhang Qingmiao froze completely, turning around in a stiff state.